Going my way...

Ever have one of those days where it doesn't feel like anything is going as planned? Yeah, me too. Today in fact. So, in my effort to have a more positive attitude this year I will list everything that has gone well this week.

First, I love the library. I took the kids to the library yesterday and was a little nervous as Samuel usually has complete meltdowns when it is time to leave. We had a little talk in the car about what was expected of him and I came prepared with a little treat - a sucker. Everything went so well I was able to check out (and the fact that I was able to check out period is saying something) this little gem:

It's called a Family Literacy Kit and comes in huge yellow and blue bags. This particular bag has a Dinosaur theme and contains everything you need to teach your child about dinosaurs including five play dinosaurs, a musical CD, an Elmo dinosaur DVD, books, and a puzzle. It even comes with a handbook with tips and activities to do with your child and encourage reading. I love it!

The stars aligned and I got to see my best friend Whitney (who looks fabbity-fab being pregnant with her fourth). Seriously, it was one of those coincidences where we happened to go to an OSU basketball game and she happened to extend a short visit to Stillwater and next thing I know I'm swinging by her parent's house to say hi.

Speaking of which, we got a wild hair and went to the National Invitation Tournament game in Stillwater and watch our beloved Pokes play... and WIN! Yeah, it's not the NCAA, but I still love my Cowboys no matter what. It was so much fun to do something different.

And to wrap it up I love my family and my sweet kids. They always bring a smile to my face and make me pause and enjoy the small things in life. When I take a moment to think about it, this week has been great!

P.S. This is from our little Mardi Gras celebration and Lillian wasn't liking the masks so much...

Dinner and a Show

I had just run to the bathroom to attend to nature's necessities when the door suddenly banged open.

I looked to see my one year old (covered in peanut butter and jelly) grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Do you mind?" I said.

"Not at all Mom," she said, "please continue."

And she toddled her way in, plopped herself on the floor, and looked up at me expectantly while munching on her sandwich.

That's when I realized: she had brought the dinner and I was the show.

Proof...

That it snowed...albeit a month ago...

and Carlin got stuck pulling into the driveway.

That we played in it...



And that Lillian hated it...